"Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live."
You are so selfish. Get over it. Please.
Why do you go along with such foolishness? I just don't understand how
you believe it's ok. Oh wait... I just figured it out. Nevermind.
Please don't just give in. This is important. I'm sick of feeling this
way. It tears me up inside and I don't want it to happen again.
I still can't believe that you finally asked me out...and that we've been together for a week now. This past week has seen me the happiest I've been in quite some time....thank you! :D
Everytime you walk into a room my heart does this little flippy fluttery thing...and I get a silly grin on my face. I love catching you looking at me...the look you give me just makes me feel so....loved/happy/warm and fuzzy. lol. I love that people always comment on how cute we are together, even though I only come up to your shoulder. Yesterday Dani called me over to tell me that we're cute. She was telling me how,when we were standing together at the bowling ally and your arm was around me, and I was talking to her and she ketp seeing you look at me...and apparantly it was really cute. :D
I love that my hands are always cold and yours are warm...I love that I don't always have to grab your hand, that sometimes you grab mine. I love that you are always pointing out things about me that you like...I'm a nice girl, I'm a dork, I'm cute, I'm loud and that compliments your quietness. I love how you offer to "protect" me from Jon, even though we both know that nobody can "protect" me from Jon. I love how you open doors for me and walk me to my front door...even if you're just dropping me off after school. I love how when we were playing "Yes, yes" yesterday you winked at me for eye contact and how that whole side of the circle giggled.
I love how I want to kiss you, but I'm too afraid...I hope I get over that soon.
I love how all my wishing on a star finally worked.
I think I'm falling in love with you...and it's only been a week...but I've liked you for so much longer than that. I love how the first time I ever admitted out loud that I liked you was in your house, at your birthday party, when you were in another room.
I love all the pushing and pulling that people did to try and get us together.
I love how you smile at me, and the way your face softens when you look at me. I love how you pat me reassuringly on the shoulder and tell me to cheer up because you like happy girls.
I love that you only live 5 minutes away.
I could go on...but I must go and get ready for work...
If it would be ok, could I please have another heart? Mine has been broken up, stitched back together, mangled, used, broken, torn, ripped and left lifeless too many times to count. I know it's asking a lot but I think, in the end, with a new heart, I could do no wrong.
So. . .
I really don't know what to say. It's been so long; I've forgotten how you used to walk. I've forgotten exactly how your voice sounded. It's harder to picture how your lips twisted upwards into a grin when we laughed.
&&, the part that breaks my heart is, I think I'm okay with that.
Just weeks ago I would plan every action according to you. Thinking 'would this be okay in his eyes?' or 'Can I eat this? Dear god, no, I'll be fat and then he won't like me.'
Isn't that just a scream? My life revolves around you, even though I haven't seen you in over a year and a month.
No more, boy.
I've forgotten what was so damn special about you. My world revolves around the sun again, just as it should- not you. When I think of love songs I don't instantly think about you. && when I cried two weeks ago, I didn't cry for you. I think that's the first time in a year; not crying about you.
Because, it was ALWAYS about you.
I'm sick of you.
Tired of you're smile.
Grown weary of your sparkling eyes.
Because you can only stand glitter and stardust for so long before it makes you want to gag.
Well, I've seen a thousand things in one place, but I stopped my counting when I saw your face. Erasing memory, I feel as though I've never seen a face before... Until I saw your eyes smiling back at me through my tears. I've been counting all these years. Now, suddenly the thousand things I've seen were nothing more than dreams of you and me.
I Love You,
Dear computer at home,
Stop not working and working god dammit before I shoot you with a shotgun that I don't even have.
I know you'll never see this (because you're gay), but oh well.
I hate you so much, but surprisingly I don't want you do die. I want you to work. So effing do that already, you jerk!
when i'm with you, the world has stopped and i feel as if nothing can go wrong.. then, i get home and everything blows up in my face and i feel as if nothing can get better.
i want to see you tonight -- so badly. but my mom took my keys away. i hate her so much. -sighs-
... i miss you.
i hope you die. i hate your fucking guts. you treat me like shit, but yet you treat dustin like a fucking prince?!? he did the same exact shit when he was my age, and he never got introuble. it's not fair. it's because i'm a girl, isn't it? i can take care of myself.. stay out of my life and give me back my fucking keys so i can see kevin.
i fucking hate you,
whats your fucking problem?!? i never tattle taled on you when you snuck out of the house on a school night, so why did you do that to me?! you useto be the coolest brother in the world -- i useto be proud to be your sister, but now, i don't give a shit. you think i'm out of control now? you haven't SEEN out of control.. fuck you dustin. i can't believe you.
wishing i wasn't your sister,
get better now.. k. thanks.
dear asshole. i fucking hate you and i want you to die. what an igroant bastard. what the fuck is your problem? maybe the reason why no one talks to you is because no one likes you. maybe its because your jerk. burn in hell bitch. yeah, this is what hate feels like. you are shit for a father
~someone you will never know
to me, you are EVERYTHING.
to her, you aren't.
so why do you love HER so much?